I am a bitch. A first class, top drawer, unmistakably horrid, bitch.
I apologise. Profusely.
I could say I was having a rough day… but that wears kinda thin the 26th day on the trot, doesn’t it?
I could say I was tired… but you know I like to be in bed before they switch our street lights off.
I could say I was unwell… but this is the girl who hasn’t been to hospital since she was born and has taken antibiotics less than ten times in her entire life. (Totes true, by the way.)
I have to admit it. It’s true. Self-employment has made me this way. And you, my cherished ones*, have had to bear the brunt of the freelance monster I’ve become. All I can do is try my best to explain… Continue reading →
Making the decision to quit your full time (kind of guaranteed) job, where you get paid an okay-ish salary at the end of every month no matter what, is probably the hardest thing you can ever do. It’s what I did back in September 2012, and while it hasn’t been a completely smooth ride, the bits where I’m coasting along feeling happy, content and free more than make up for the bumpy patches and frankly a little bit shitty times. Continue reading →
When I first started freelancing I read loads and loads of blogs – some by freelance writers, some by businessy types, and some life-hacking experts. Day after day, my inbox was crammed full of what I hoped would be life-changing words sent directly from the mouths of my new mentors. I literally spent hours and hours every week trying to suck any bit of useful information I could from all these other people that had already ‘made it’ in order to make myself more successful.
Here’s a post I wrote a while back for a men’s dating site…
Friday night. You log in to the site and there’s a message sitting in your inbox. It’s a reply, and not just any reply. It’s from HER. She’s funny and interesting and totally gets why Kirk trumps Picard every time. For a while now she’s listened to you, laughed at your rubbish jokes, heck – she’s even started finishing your sentences. You fall asleep thinking of her. You wake up thinking of her. You hear a song on the radio and think of her. Yep. Undoubtedly this has been the BEST 6 days, 3 hours and 47 minutes of your life so far… Continue reading →
Back in mid-2012, I was stuck doing a 9-2-5 desk job and wondering where on earth my life was going. I didn’t hate my job, really I didn’t – it wasn’t too taxing and it was convenient, but it certainly wasn’t setting my world on fire. My brain had become so sluggish and lazy that despite knowing I needed something more, I couldn’t figure out how to change my situation. Continue reading →